|without even trying.
||[Aug. 2nd, 2003|02:26 am]
Went home to see "How To Succeed In Business" at UD. The commute was shit, since my transpass expired today. Lame. The show was good. The guy that played the main lead was mad lame, but the rest of the cast was on track. Marcus was great. thisoneslife did a good job too.
I daresay this was the most alkward I've ever felt during an intermission. There were only a couple friendly faces, and all of them looked at me like I had 20 heads. I'm not sure what was up with that.
After the show was still alkward, but on much lesser scale. A bunch of people wondered where the fuck I was this summer. Ha. Good question, considering that many years I would have gotten more sleep by just setting up a sleeping bag upstairs or something rather than commute back and forth. I daresay I'm going to be pretty pissy if I don't do anything next year.
Corey left the show early, so supposedly, he's kicked out. Watch me weep.
Anyway, after the show, Bennigans. Sat at a table with Alex, Laurie, Dave Griffith, and Ed. I don't think Ed remembered me, which made me a bit sad. Oh well.
On the way home, I thought about the party thing. It's the 15th. Final answer. Well, unless if I'm given a very good reason to change my mind. It's too close to make it the 8th, and by the time the 22nd rolls around, I'll have to start worrying about paying for my children's tuition, much less mine. Yeah, only 4 people are signed up definitely for the 15th. Well, lucky them. More booze for them. More people show up? Great. I'll feel more cool. No? Great. I'll feel more drunk. I'd rather feel cool than drunk, though, so people should work their lives around the 15th and bring their friends along.
Well, now I'm going to go to sleep in my old room for the first time since I moved. This will definitely be weird because it's my brother's bed I'll be sleeping on, not mine. How fucked up is that?